Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

me, but I placed my hand over his mouth,

seduce him anymore.. Just

wonder the Colemans had him

arms over my chest.

he hated being bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are you to tell me what

against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why

men I'd dealt with-whether they were the ones I bought or seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips

firm. I could feel his nails pressing into my skin. No doubt, it'd leave a mark once he let

was already under my spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing

famous politician... but

my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that f. ucking thing off." "No,"

I'm really yours, why would you let someone else see me

on. He got up, grabbed

camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't

to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the perfect time

him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It

his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me

throwing a tantrum made me

when his rough hand pinched

wasn't wearing a bra beneath my dress,

as if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me to close my